Page 94 of Jace
Tyler softly kisses me then, holding my face still, and I let out a heavy sigh through my nose, reveling in the touch and losing some of the tension in my shoulders. He really is an aphrodisiac.
“Wanna talk about it?” Ty asks after a final peck, still holding my face.
I shrug. “About which part? About my dad who called me again and who I finally answered, or the dickbag who probably is being hauled off campus at this very moment?”
Tyler’s eyebrows soar. “I think we need to have some food for this.”
He gets back to his eggs, throws a couple of more in, and proceeds to make a gigantic omelet filled with a load of grilled veggies and turkey bacon.
While he cooks, I explain everything about the call from my dad, the lawsuit, the stupid practice and everything that came after. It helps to just throw it all out there, to get it off my chest and just let the words take some of the toxic with them when they come out.
Tyler is quiet at the right moments, asks the right questions, swears when I get to the part where my old band members sued me, and gives me a high-five when I tell him how I’ve knocked Bentley down.
He’s absolutely fucking perfect.
Usually I would be ranting to Missy about this, but not this time. This time I bask in the attention Tyler gives me. In the little glances aimed my way while he’s cooking. In the casual touch over my back when he sits down on the stool next to me after filling up our plates. Or in his knee that’s pressed against mine when we’re both scarfing down the delicious food.
It feels like home, like I belong somewhere. With him.
And I hate that in the end, this can only be temporary.
When he’s putting the dishes in the dishwasher–yes, these spoiled fucks have adishwasher–I can only smile at him, butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I can’t even remember a time when somebody took care of me like this. So I shove that nagging feeling that we’re living on borrowed time away. Again. That’s for our future-selves to worry about.
When Tyler rounds the counter again and notices my staring, his gaze softens immediately. I turn on the stool and haul him in between my knees, pressing my lips firmly to his, holding on to him tightly.
He indulges in the kiss, pushing his tongue in my mouth. What starts as something sweet, quickly morphs into something hungry and eager.
Before I know it I have my fingers wrapped in his hair and am nearly fucking his mouth the way I want to fuck him someday.
He groans. Loudly. In his kitchen which he shares with five roommates. It makes me snap back from him. He stares at me with glazed eyes, mouth half-open, and I chuckle.
“Wait a second.” I glance around the quiet kitchen and now only notice that there is no sound other than Tyler’s and mine heavy breaths. “Where the hell is everybody anyway?”
Tyler gives me a smirk. “They are at my parents' diner, actually. We usually celebrate the end of a semester there by having a grill there on the patio.”
“And why are you not there?” I know we agreed to meet up tonight, but I wouldn’t want him to miss out on time with his friends… Even if it means I can’t touch him like I’m doing now. I know his roommates are highly aware of us–and are cool with it–we’re still keeping it under wraps for everyone else for obvious reasons.
He cringes at that. “Ah. Well I maybe didn’t want to miss a certain performance tonight?”
If I could grin any wider, I’d be worried about splitting my face in half. “You totally missed me.”
“Shut up.” He pecks my lips again and steps back. “Just enjoy having the house to ourselves for now.” He grabs my hand and hauls me upstairs.
“What are we doing?”
“I figured you might need a relaxing shower after the afternoon you had.”
I smile at his back as we enter his room, he’s way too caring. But a showerdoessound good to relieve the last of the tension. My hair is still wet from the one I just got out of, and I point that out to Tyler. “Aren’t we supposed to preserve water or some shit?”
“I’ll make sure to write a big check to something environment-y once I get my first NFL check. Is that okay?”
“Oh, don’t jinx it dude,” I remark as I get out of his hoodie and am now faced with a new problem. “Do you have a shirt I can wear on stage? I was planning to change first at home.” I gesture at my naked torso and Tyler’s gaze heats, totally checking me out.
His eyes flick to the scar on my abdomen though, making the heat disappear. I know what he’s thinking. It’s what I’m thinking; that I was very close to having that shit happen all over again.
Which I’m not having. We’re finally having some one-on-one time, and I’m intending to make full use of it.
So I wrap my arms around his neck and fit my mouth over his to kiss the ever loving fuck out of him. He makes a happy sound as I dive in to distract him, his hands caressing my back as I suck on his tongue. And if the hard length that’s pressing against my groin is any indication; it totally works.
